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 Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2017 10:18 am
He'd survived the night.
There had been several times when Daniel McKay had doubted his companion's decision about not calling 911 on his behalf. Thoughts of losing his best friend over stubborn insistence plagued his thoughts every time the older boy roused from his fitful slumbers, tossing and turning, even screaming - screaming - with nonsensical sounds that only served to alarm Danny even more. He'd even pinned him down once, out of fear that Tris would hurt himself, but even then he had tried to be respectful of the other man's wishes and hadn't called any sort of proper authority to handle this sort of... whatever it was.
The morning had come and Danny had called in to work without a second thought. It was one of the only few times he'd ever done such a thing, but Tristan's health was far more important than inconveniencing one of his coworkers to open by themselves. Cookies be damned - his best friend came first.
Tris had continued to sleep away the morning with only a few interruptions. The blonde boy had his suspicions that the loss of blood and the trauma were the cause - the high fever hadn't helped matters, but that had managed to break somewhere between five and eight in the morning.
By four, Danny himself was absolutely, undeniably wiped.
The brunette had been sleeping without break for a good bit now... it was all too easy for his temporary caretaker to find himself dozing off alongside the older boy. Whatever book he'd picked up from his shelf to distract with had slipped away, eyelids growing heavy over green eyes as he too succumbed to the embrace of sleep, nodding off beside the patched up, sleeping boy still spread out on half of the bed.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2017 11:34 am
His body ached.
The pain predominately sat in his chest, where the candy shiv had been used to tear up his chest and leave an ugly, misshapen letter on his skin. Other parts of him stung or cried at him when he attempted to move any of his limbs. Her candy shrapnel had done a number on him too and there were several healing cuts along the rest of his body.
All in all though, Tristan knew he was lucky to be alive.
Pain meant he survived and that was what was important....right?
He woke with a wheeze and a groan, body protesting as he attempted to sit up. Managing to prop himself up against the headboard, green eyes adjusted to the dimer lighting in the bedroom and he looked around until his gaze settled upon the sleeping body of his companion.
The one he'd likely terrified and guilt hit him as sharply as Dia's weapon had. Carefully he reached a hand out and shook a shoulder. "D-Danny?" His hoarse voice asked.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2017 3:17 pm
There was a soft grumble as his warm and comfortable pillow began to shift from beneath him, a disgruntled expression crossing the otherwise fair face of the blonde shop owner.
He adjusted to the loss of the warmth, arms blindly moving out to try to tug close whatever he could to replace the makeshift cushion with. It hadn't occurred to Danny that maybe, just maybe, he'd squirmed his way over into using the warmth of the other boy on the bed. No - Daniel slept alone, his pillow was clearly just much warmer than usual.
Maybe Gatsby had snuck onto the bed - that was fine, he was a good dog. Even good dogs could get away with bending the rules, now and again.
When the soft voice entered his ear, however, a groggy Danny slowly roused from his short nap in a clumsy attempt to figure out who was calling him. The voice was familiar, almost gruff. Maybe someone was talking on the television set? Maybe he'd just imagined the voice? As his eyes cracked open to investigate, however, the sleepy expression faded away into something more troubled.
Oh no... Tristan!
The younger man all but scrambled back up to his knees, face growing red with embarrassment at being caught sleeping on what was supposed to be a shift of watching over his so-called "patient."
You had one job, Danny. Way to go.
Guilt washed over him - he'd fallen asleep when he was supposed to be caring for him. Eyes glanced over the bandage on his chest - no bleed throughs this time, at least that was good - then back up at green eyes that stared down at him.
"T-Tris, you're awake." His own voice was raspy, despite the almost gallon of tea he'd probably consumed throughout the prior day and night. "Are you okay? How are you feeling??"
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2017 2:16 pm
It took Tristan a bit, as the brain fog slowly dissipated, to realize that Danny was attempting to use his stomach as a pillow and it wasn't until the blonde man was scooting in and re-positioning himself against him that he became aware of what was happening. Dark brows lifted, fondness making up most of his expression when he reached out to carefully brush back straw colored strands.
He must've frightened Danny and he felt guilty about it, flashes of the night before pinging across his consciousness.
He wondered if the man had gotten any sleep at all.. Oh no, what if he had prevented him from going to work?!
None of these thoughts had a real chance to be pondered, with Tristan chewing on the inside of his lip, because his companion was awake and jerking up and away. "H-hey," he tried, reaching towards his friend only to irritate the wound on his chest that he recoiled, careful fingers pressing against the skin around the bandage.
"I...I'm okay." Okay enough anyway.
Green eyes lifted and lips pursed into a frown. "I'm sorry for troubling you."
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2017 10:00 am
He offered his companion an incredulous look.
"Sorry? Why are you sorry - Tris, you were attacked."
His words came out almost exasperated as he scooted forward on his knees, fingers tenderly trying to examine the bandaged wound on his chest, especially after noting the expression change in the brunette's face as he'd attempted to stretch out. Leave it to his doofus best friend to blame himself for getting marked up by some... whatever had gotten him. "Sit back, you don't need to be jostling this, okay?"
Pressing the edges of the bandages, he double-checked to make sure the sudden movement hadn't torn open the wound. He'd done it the night prior - twice, actually - and that had resulted in more blood than Danny had enjoyed mopping up. There were handfuls of towels and washcloths piled in the bathroom (out of sight meant out of mind, right?) covered in red splotches that he had a feeling would never wash out. It was a wonder that Tris didn't need a transfusion after all of that... though honestly, he probably did.
Sitting down on his feet, his eyebrows furrowed as his gaze lifted from his companion's naked chest to his face.
"If you want something, you have to tell me - I'm not going to have you reopen these cruddy stitches just because you're worried about troubling me, got it?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 10:21 am
"Yeah but--" Tris tried to protest but Danny was in his space looking so worried while he checked the bandage that the words died on his tongue. He sighed, lifting an arm to ruffle his hair when he grimaced at the blonde. "Okay, okay," he relented, settling back as he'd been instructed.
He'd already freaked the man out once, he was going to do his best to keep from doing it again.
"I don't need anything Danny," he attempted to reassure, offering a weak smile because he didn't have energy for anything else. "Did you...did you get in contact with Fiona?" She was going to nursing school and was the best person he knew, which wasn't saying much since he knew like four people ultimately, that could help that wouldn't require a trip into the hospital or instacare, which he would refuse anyway.
"I just-- I probably scared you and I'm sorry." He croaked, green-eyed gaze dropping to his lap where he played with his hands. "I'm sorry."
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 2:15 pm
Oh.
O-Oh no.
He had been in such a scramble, he hadn't given a thought to contacting Fiona. After Tris had expressly forbid him from calling for an ambulance, he'd gone straight to work on trying to stop the bleeding with what minimal first aid knowledge he'd had to his name. How in the world had he managed to forget a sensible solution like getting ahold of Fi... and christ, Fi was even the one he'd be going home to - crap - he had really messed this one up!
"I... I didn't think about...."
Words fumbled from his mouth nearly as bad as his hands did, wringing each other as he shrugged helplessly. "I was so scatterbrained, I should have - I don't know why I didn't think... I'm sorry, Tris."
Reaching over, he took hold of the boy's hands and squeezed them gently.
"I'll go call her now, okay? Please don't be sorry - I'm just so glad you're feeling better."
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 2:25 pm
It took him a minute to process the flash of emotions that crossed Danny's face. His head was still a bit fuzzy and he knew he was likely a bit anemic after all of the trauma but Danny's hands around his helped him focus.
Blinking a few times he carefully extracted one hand and reached to stroke one of the other man's cheeks. "Hey," he said very quietly, mouth pressed into a soft frown with his teeth digging into his lip, "why are you apologizing Danny?" His hand shifted, sliding up to push blonde strands from the boy's face when he smiled, a little more genuinely this time.
"You saved my life D."
Tristan knew that to be an undeniable fact, even after the fever dreams. Had it not been for Danny's hard work and effort, he wouldn't have made it through the night even if he was still in bad shape.
Grasping at the hand still around his other hand, Tristan tugged Danny back towards the bed so he wouldn't leave. "Don't go," he mumbled, gaze a little unfocused. "We can call her later, don't leave me alone."
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 4:05 am
Before he had time to process what was going on, a warm hand reached out and cupped his face. Soft fingers hooked beneath his jawline and Tris’s words fell on deaf ears as Danny’s poor, tired brain registered the gentle, affectionate touch his body was receiving.
”You saved my life, D.”
Danny could feel his cheeks burn at the comment, the blonde boy not really having thought about it like that before. He'd only done what a friend would have done...right?
Heck, a real friend might have even insisted on calling 911, risking their friendship to ensure his safety. He'd been selfish, maybe? Was that what he was supposed to call it?
Or just plain stupid?
The tug towards the bed caught him off guard, dissolving his negative train of thought. Tris’s request was so quiet and pitiful, Danny could feel his heart ache for his poor, suffering best friend.
“A-Alright. And y'know, I like it when you call me that.”
Climbing back onto the bed, he settled alongside the older boy and attempted to make himself comfortable, all the while still holding the brunette’s hand. He could feel the spot where Tris had brushed through his hair, the sweet sensation lingering.
Taking a deep breath, his head turned towards his companion.
“So you gonna tell me what happened, Lestrange?”
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2017 10:23 am
Despite prior instructions, Tristan shifted and tiredly nuzzled his head into his friend's chest with an arm slinging across the blonde's middle. "Uh-huh," he mumbled, the haze of sleep and exhaustion, from the blood loss most likely, threatening to get the better of him.
Eyes were half closed already and Tris's head was drooping as he found himself curling against the other man for comfort.
"'M a kinght," he mumbled almost incoherently as he started to nod off. "Was tryin ta save..." his voice grew quiet, replaced by shallow breathing as he started drift. "Save a f-friend but...but..." He came to only to doze off again without explaining anything to his companion, at all.
Tris was so tired and despite his efforts, he fell back asleep.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2017 2:38 pm
His eyebrows furrowed as his friend's response was questionable at best, a look of panic crossing the blonde boy's face as his injured friend suddenly began to shift and move - exactly what he'd told him not to do!
Before he could fuss at him (because he was totally going to fuss at him), Tris was snuggling himself up comfortably next to his green eyed companion, who automatically raised one hand to wrap it around his shoulders, allowing them both additional comfort and space as the brunette claimed Daniel's side.
Tristan's explanation was spotty at best, no doubt in part a hallucination thanks to the pain medication Danny had managed to get him to take an hour or two prior. Either way, the poor man was soon slumbering, clinging up against him in such a manner that the blonde didn't dare try to move him, lest he wake him up again.
So, resigned to his fate, he simply smiled, brushed brown locks of hair from in front of his best friend's eyes and soon closed his own, dozing off to sleep alongside his tired companion.
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